directed by Matthew Vaughn
written by Jane Goldman and Matthew Vaughn
The prospect of seeing the prim-and-proper Colin Firth (The King's Speech) kicking some serious ass was more than enough to make me want to see this adaptation of yet another hyper-violent comic book series written by Mark Millar, this one titled "The Secret Service," and I'm happy to say that this film does not disappoint on that front.
The title refers to a super secret independent organization of spies founded just after World War I by wealthy English aristocrats who had lost their sons to the war. At the beginning of the film, a team of Kingsman agents invades an unnamed fortress in the Middle East, and are in the middle of interrogating a man they have captured when he detonates a grenade with his teeth. One of the group sacrifices himself, covering the grenade with his body and getting killed in the process. The group leader, agent Harry Hart a.k.a. Gallahad (Firth), contacts the late agent's wife and son, giving them a medal and a pledge that the organization will grant them a single favor through a phone call, whenever they should need it. The widow is too grief-stricken to accept, but the young Eggsy takes the medal, no questions asked.
Seventeen years later, the now adult Eggsy (Taron Egerton) and his mother live in a squalid apartment with her abusive new husband, a local toughie with a gang of young thugs as his entourage. When Eggsy, in a fit of pique following a verbal tussle, jacks the car of one of the thugs and crashes it, finding himself looking at jail time, he glances at the medal he has been wearing around his neck all these years, and decides to make the phone call. Charges are dropped immediately, and Eggsy receives a visit from Harry himself with a bit of a job offer. One of Kingsman's agents (Jack Davenport) has gotten killed by the mysterious, blade-legged Gazelle (Sofia Boutella) and there's an opening on the team.
After initially refusing, Eggsy decides to try out for the spot, but it isn't that easy; with the exception of fellow applicant Roxy (Sophie Cookson) he doesn't make a whole lot of friends, and the trials themselves are quite difficult. Fortunately, Eggsy is quite capable, and has considerable talent to muster, and not a moment too soon; Kingsman will need a good recruit to be able to take on multimedia magnate Richmond Valentine (Samuel L. Jackson with a lisp), employer of the aforementioned Gazelle, a multi-millionaire with the best of intentions but the most murderous of grand plans.
While Firth as a gentlemen spy with some mad fighting skills was the highlight of this movie for me, it has a lot of other things going for it, like Jackson's campy villain, Boutella's somewhat novel henchwoman, a reasonably affable lead in Taron Egerton, and some pretty good laughs. Oddly enough, this movie shares DNA not only with James Bond but with Austin Powers, complete with a rather crude sex joke at the very end. What it doesn't have is anything compelling to say about the human condition, which is all right, considering I wasn't expecting anything like that from the get-go. Millar being Millar, there seem to be some subversive undertones to the narrative, but they are drowned out by the somewhat prodigious displays of violence.
(mild spoilers)
Speaking of the violence, while it wasn't really surprising that the director and writer behind Kick-Ass would produce yet another searingly violent tale, I confess I was genuinely uncomfortable with one stretch of somewhat protracted violence late in the film, and it wasn't the kind of discomfort I would feel watching a video about the Holocaust or the atrocities of the Khmer Rouge. The church massacre scene, arguably the action centerpiece of the film, is actually a masterclass in camera movement and fight choreography, but thematically, I had problems with it. In it, Jackson's Valentine takes his electronic doomsday device out for a test drive, ramping up the aggression of everyone in range of the signal and removing all of their inhibitions. Think of it as an electronically-induced version of 28 Days Later. Firth's Hart gets caught up right in the middle of it, but is saved by his considerable fighting skills...that is to say, he butchers almost everyone around him. Now, all of this happens at a hate church in Kentucky, so clearly there's some kind of intent to have the audience cheering through all of this gore. To cap it all off, Vaughn plays frenetic, somewhat upbeat rock music throughout all of the carnage. Basically the entire thing is played for laughs, but frankly, after the first fifteen seconds of mass slaughter I didn't really find it all that funny. A friend of mine said it pretty well, though; it was sickly hypnotic.
I know of a few people who were offended by the fairly crude sex joke at the end, though I can admit I chuckled a little at it. I cannot, however, quite get over that church scene. A few months ago, at the beginning of season 5 of The Walking Dead, the show's protagonists killed a group of cannibals who were basically trying to hunt them down and eat them. From a narrative perspective, one would think it would feel righteous and satisfying, but instead, it felt unremittingly dark, especially considering that it took place in a church. Here, the melee in the church is supposed to be funny. Now, I laughed when Hit Girl skewered, sliced and diced a bunch of lowlifes in Kick-Ass, and in truth, I laughed for a few seconds when the fight in the church broke out, but damn, it was just too long. I know there have been similarly bloody sequences in films like The Raid: Redemption, but I haven't seen them so I can't really compare.
I do know that this scene has offended a lot of people; the authorities of a few Asian countries have cut the scene from the movie altogether. I would never advocate censorship, not even for this, but I get where they were coming from. The scene really felt like violence for the sake of violence, really.
(end spoilers)
To end the review on a high note, though, I genuinely enjoyed this movie, my qualms with the church scene aside. It was worth the time and money spent, and delivered on what it promised: a stylish action-packed send-up of the spy genre. And just as I hoped, I got to see Colin Firth as an amazing, ass-kicking superspy. He has erased the image of his hilarious non-fight with Hugh Grant in Bridget Jones Diary from my memory with his startling action-hero turn.
7/10
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